Semua Bab Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Bab 101 - Bab 110

"Grandma," Vance whined, putting on an exaggerated pitiful face. "Rebecca is trying to kick me out. She's so mean."Rebecca blinked, unsure what games he was playing.Josette burst into laughter. "Silly boy, she knows how busy you are and doesn't want to take up your time.""No worries. I'm on vacation," he replied, producing a deck of cards from nowhere.Rebecca couldn't believe he really meant to play poker with Josette, even inviting her to join in. They played for an hour until both women grew drowsy and called it quits for afternoon naps.Rebecca had no idea whether Vance usually napped; he rarely came home for lunch and always seemed tireless.She slept until four. When she woke up, voices drifted from outside. Listening closely, she realized it was Vance and Josette.To her surprise, he was still there. She got out of bed and stepped into the yard, where Vance was helping Josette set up a trellis for the climbing roses.With warmer weather, the rose branches had started

The slap didn't force Vance to release her.Instead, he pressed closer, held the phone up to her face, unlocked it, and began scrolling. When he found nothing, he glanced at her and typed in "Des" to pull up Desmond's profile.Tossing the phone back, he sneered, "What was so shameful you had to delete everything? Even the friend request?"She had deleted the chat record altogether because they mentioned going abroad."Speak!" he demanded.Rebecca nodded slowly.He leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes. "What does that mean?""Yes, I deleted them," she admitted, meeting his eyes calmly.His jaw tightened as he fought to control his anger. "And you're so proud of it? What exactly did you delete?""What else?" She shrugged. "Things I didn't want you to know. Why would I tell you?""You..." His chest heaved with anger.From the day he started his company, he had climbed straight to the top, issuing orders and never meeting resistance. No one had ever defied him like this."Great

Deciding to go with the flow, Rebecca sent her location to the doctor."Who are you texting?" Vance asked, his radar on.Rebecca ignored him and stood up to clean the table. "Grandma, did you save any dishes?"Every time she visited, Josette would make a lot of dishes, often setting aside a plate of something substantial."Stewed chicken and beef brisket," Josette replied."Perfect. We have a guest coming soon," Rebecca explained. "He probably hasn't had dinner yet." "Well, I'll make more," Josette said, heading to the kitchen.Vance's eyes narrowed. "Who's coming?"She shrugged. "Someone you don't know.""Who among your acquaintances wouldn't I know?" he snorted, unconvinced. "I've known you since we were 15."That was Vance, thinking he knew everything. They hadn't been to the same college, so he didn't even know her dance academy classmates.But she continued to clean the table instead of arguing with him. He pulled her back down and began to tidy up. "Sit and rest."Sh

Vance's massage skills were superb; the pressure was strong and precise.Despite his reluctance, his conscience had compelled him to help Rebecca during her initial recovery phase. Now, as he resumed this old task, he found that his skills hadn't faded.Half an hour later, she started to nod off. He covered her with a blanket and jolted her awake. That was when she realized he had finished the job."I'm going to wash my hands," he said, his fingers covered with ointment.Rebecca turned over, facing the wall, and settled back down to sleep. He returned quickly and lay down behind her. The bed was small, and he pressed closely against her.Instinctively, she shifted toward the inner side of the bed, but he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Not asleep yet?"She had almost fallen asleep, woken up only by his series of actions."I am.""And you're still talking."He pressed closer to her. "Let me tell you something. Don't laugh."What on earth could he share that would make her l

Rebecca opened the door wider, listening to Vance talking on the phone."Cathy, trust me. I asked the doctor. He's a student of that renowned doctor from Arelmoor. You can try again. Just go to him by yourself, okay?" he whispered. "DINK? Fine, but I know you don't want that. You're just afraid of failing again. Don't be disheartened. Other people's children are theirs. Don't you want to have your own child? Don't be stubborn. I'll come pick you up."Rebecca leaned against the door, her heart sinking. No wonder he suddenly wanted to have a baby. That was because Catherine couldn't have any. So, he wanted Rebecca to bear one for him and gave it to Catherine.He was delusional. Rejecting him last night proved to be the right choice.She closed the door softly and went back inside to eat.When he walked in, she was slurping her pasta as if nothing had happened. He came over, glancing at her plain plate. "Want an egg? I'll fry one. What about milk?"She paused. "I never drink milk, a